H A U N T Me [Ed/Open]

[Eve Amherst]

[atrb=valign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, outline: 3px double #2d2d2d; background: #ffffff url(http://i1095.photobucket.com/albums/i473/shahal_sparda/Rp/KATE.jpg) left bottom no-repeat; border: 0px; width: 500px, bTable][atrb=style, padding: 0px 20px 0px 20px; color: #000000;] The place was rather swanky all things considered, old colonial charm and elegance mixed with the comforts of the modern day. The Colonial Inn was said to be haunted, most of the activity said to be in room twenty four, a grey ghost that had a band tendency to strangle anyone sleeping in the room. Eve would have been here sooner but the waiting list for a room was a bitch here, she had to make a reservation about a year in advanced, expensive too but it gave her a reason to come up this far to the north and it was actually a really nice place. Pulling the small black duffle she had with her a little higher up on her shoulder Eve was definitely out of place among the wedding party that was checking in and the business men that were checking her out. She couldn't help herself when she tossed them a wink and a flirty sort of smile, more habit really then anything else as she wasn't interested in them in the slightest. Getting her key from the happy go-lucky scatterbrain blond who apparently misplaced them and had to give her a spare Eve sighed, said her thanks and took a walk, getting a feel for the place before wandering up to her room. They had a lovely outdoor lounge for people to have dinner at and listen to live music, the furniture was like everything that could be found on the Antique Roadshow and probably four times older then she was. A few blocks away was where the first battle of the Revolutionary War was fought and wounded minutemen were brought here, no doubt more then a few had died in this place. The question was which one was the one strangling people and why where they doing it? Places like these were tricky, there were a few ghosts aside from Mr. Grey but they were apparently nice enough and good for business. Mr. Grey wasn't and after a chat with management, she was sure they wanted him out. Alright, as far as she was concerned she would take this as something more like a vacation with a bit of work tossed in because this was a really nice place and she deserved a damn vacation anyway, especially after that whole mess withe the croatoans in Tennessee. This should be easy enough, take care of Mr. Grey, leave whatever else was around alone so long they didn't fuck with anyone on the wishes of management, then take an extra day to enjoy fresh lobster and the sites of the town. Quietly unlocking the door and slipping in, she shut it with a sigh and started undoing the leather vest she was wearing, intent on changing into something more comfortable, when she got the distinct feeling she wasn't alone, swinging open the door to the bathroom, gun in hand she nearly shot the guy she found in there on principle, "....You 'ave got to be kiddin' me," WORD COUNT: 538 MUSIC: Haunt Me - Wednesday 13 WEARING: The Amherst usual WHERE:Colonial Inn - Concord Mass NOTES: some actual history in there xD

[Ed Zeddmore]

[atrb=valign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, outline: 1px solid #B4B0A7; background: #070C0A url(http://i55.tinypic.com/2nktlrd.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; width: 500px, bTable][atrb=style, padding: 0px 20px 0px 20px; color: #B4B0A7;] As he heard the approaching steps, Ed fell back onto a crisp, perfect Ghost Martial Arts defensive stance. He'd volunteered to come in here and mount the cameras, and he'd managed to get the cameras up in the bedroom but had been working on the bathroom when he'd heard the door opening. He still had the wireless lipstick camera in his hand, pointed at... "Eve!" And then, a second later, "Eve's boobs!" He could hear Spruce shrieking with glee through the walkie he'd left on the edge of the sink and Ed's face turned bright red as he continued to stare at the single (double?) more perfect breasts that he'd ever seen in person in his actual life, with the camera pointed straight at her left nipple.

[atrb=valign,center][atrb=style, height: 250px; padding: 10px 230px 75px 30px; font-variant: small-caps; color: #B4B0A7;] Location: Colonial Inn, Concord MA Music: 99 Words For... - The Morning Stuffy Notes: Please don't murder him?

[Eve Amherst]

[atrb=valign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, outline: 3px double #2d2d2d; background: #ffffff url(http://i1095.photobucket.com/albums/i473/shahal_sparda/Rp/KATE.jpg) left bottom no-repeat; border: 0px; width: 500px, bTable][atrb=style, padding: 0px 20px 0px 20px; color: #000000;] There was this moment of total....blank. Which was probably the only thing that kept her from putting a bullet into the nerd in front of her. Like everything in her head had just frozen solid and stopped working upon seeing the damn Ghostfacer and what looked like....a camera? That was a camera wasn't it? In his hand and pointed at her tatas. She wasn't used to being caught with her proverbial pants off, or as was the case with her leather vest most of the way open and her mouth fell open at his exclamation at having seen her breasts. Instinct was telling her to go ahead and shoot him now for the offense against her, but although he was annoying and rather insufferable at the moment he was still human and she wasn't the type to kill people. Even if they had it coming. Clenching her jaw and narrowing her grey eyes on him dangerously Eve put the gun down and tossed a fist right at his jaw, "You little perv!" She yelled as she hit him, pulling back a moment later to shake her hand, she had hit him hard enough to hurt herself. Zipping the vest back up she was all but looming over the man now in her righteous indignation. "I swear ta God, if my tits end up online, I'll kill all of ya. I 'ave guns and I can do dat," Evie hissed darkly and ran a hand through her hair, still glaring, "Now, jus' wait are ya doin' 'ere in my room? And I better like de answer or I swear I'll hit ya again Ed," She had paid about three hundred dollars for a weekend for this room, waited a year to get here only to find a pervy nerd who probably never saw real breasts before in his life standing in her bathroom. There was still a look of menace on her face as she picked her gun back up off the edge of the sink and holstered it, still ready to strangle if given the chance. WORD COUNT: 355 MUSIC: Haunt Me - Wednesday 13 WEARING: The Amherst usual WHERE:Colonial Inn - Concord Mass NOTES: at least she didnt kill him xD

[Ed Zeddmore]

[atrb=valign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, outline: 1px solid #B4B0A7; background: #070C0A url(http://i55.tinypic.com/2nktlrd.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; width: 500px, bTable][atrb=style, padding: 0px 20px 0px 20px; color: #B4B0A7;] Ed went down like a sack of bricks, smacking his temple on the toilet seat as he fell and opening up a split on the side of his scalp that immediately started bleeding down his cheek and dripping onto the shoulder of his sweet Members Only jacket. "Jesus Christ, Eve!" He reached out for the spare roll of toilet paper and held the entire thing to the side of his head to try to stem the bleeding. He wasn't really feeling the pain yet, just a harsh sting and a flashing behind his eyes. "We're looking for the ghost that strangles people, okay?" He hated the whine in his voice but damn, he was bleeding here! "We're wiring this room to detect any paranormal activity so we know how to disperse the ghost." He looked up at her from the floor, a blood-soaked roll of toilet paper held to the side of his head. "I'm not going to post your boobs on the internet. The Ghostfacers are about legitimate paranormal investigation, not porn." A beat, and later he would blame his head wound for, "Though if you wanted to work something out I'm sure Spruce could film it, very classy." Wait, no. That was a bad idea. It was hard trying to think when there was blood dripping into his ear. "What are you doing here? You're," he glanced around nervously, "you're not meeting that angel here, are you?" Castiel made Ed incredibly nervous. He'd been raised Baptist, and he could never quite shake the feeling that every time the angel looked at him he could see every single time Ed had ever masturbated.

[atrb=valign,center][atrb=style, height: 250px; padding: 10px 230px 75px 30px; font-variant: small-caps; color: #B4B0A7;] Location: Colonial Inn, Concord MA Music: 99 Words For... - The Morning Stuffy Notes: Blame the concussion!

[Dean Winchester]

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Dean didn’t even know why he had taken this hunt, he had seen it in the paper something about there being a lot of stranglings in the hotel and he had decided to check it out, he knew that it could have been a run of the mill ghost but he had wanted to check it out anyway, besides it gave him something to do that way it meant that he could have a normal hunt and not have to worry about angels and demons with the fact that what had been going on with Sam, he was happy to leave that all behind crack a grave open and burn a corpse, he would do that any day of the week over talking about feelings.

That was something that Dean didn’t do, hunting monsters and ganking them he could do in the space of seconds, hell even talking to cas about what was inside of his pay grade of the information that he could be told and then pass onto the Winchesters all of that would have been better than talking to Sam about his feelings, it just wasn’t the done thing to do, after all he didn’t do chick flick moment and talking to Sam about his time in hell was something that could be seen as depressing and something that he didn’t want to do, add in the fact that he and Sam didn’t seem to be able to speak right now without arguing meant that Dean was glad of getting time away from the place.

Dean arrived at the hotel and booked a room, getting his duffle out of the car he had gone inside and walked up to his room being led by one of the men that worked at the hotel, he had to admit that this was one of the nicers places that he had stayed in the last couple of years it was just annoying that it was only for work and that he wouldn’t get much time to relax on it. Going to his room he thanked the man and went inside. After a couple of minutes he heard talking through the wall something about the internet and the ghost.

“Oh please god no.” He said to himself before going out of his room and knocking on the door next to it to try and see if his fears would be confirmed.

Other person talking
Thinking
”Speaking…”

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TIME :: dunno
TAG :: Eve/Ed
WORDS :: 400
NOTES :: he fears the worst.
STATUS :: Done
LYRICS :: Blaze of Glory by Bon Jovi
CREDIT :: NICHOLE!!

[Eve Amherst]

[atrb=valign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, outline: 3px double #2d2d2d; background: #ffffff url(http://i1095.photobucket.com/albums/i473/shahal_sparda/Rp/KATE.jpg) left bottom no-repeat; border: 0px; width: 500px, bTable][atrb=style, padding: 0px 20px 0px 20px; color: #000000;] Oh crap, he was bleeding. She hadn't actually meant to make him bleed, hurt him yes, but not bleed and especially not all over her bathroom either. Eve nodded a bit as he explained why he was here, seemed legit enough even if she wasn't into the whole general idea of wiring a place to find a ghost instead of just spending the night there and finding out first hand, But everyone had their own ways of doing things and the Ghostfacers, although a bunch of nerdy rejects, they weren't too bad. It was unfortunate that she couldn't actually let them leave with proof though, some things just weren't meant to be known by the general public. She'd deal with that later, right now there was a nerd down and she was just about to kneel down and help when he just had to open his mouth again. Her eye twitched in mild annoyance, scowling slightly at him, "Oh yeah, dats definitely what I wanna do, make a hot and steamy porn film, jus' as long as I get to star opposite you Ed," Eve deadpanned in such a serious way that most people might think she actually meant. Instead she rolled her eyes and walked back into her room, searching through her duffle bag and coming back holding some bandages and a bottle of alcohol. Finding a small hand towel neatly folded by the sink she opened it up and dabbed it with some alcohol and moved the bloody roll of tissue from the side of Ed's head, pressing the towel to the wound, "What, ya mean Castiel? And what if I am?" She smirked, the slightest hint of a blush dusting her cheeks at the thought of the angel, shaking her head she sighed, "Actually I'm 'ere after dat ghost as well, only I actually paid to stay in dis room, which means I dis is my party," She gave him a pointed look, about to tell him that she wanted the cameras out of here when she heard someone knocking on the door. Making sure that Ed would hold the towel to his head Evie stood and made for the door a hand coming to rest on the butt of her gun just in case as she opened the door. The woman figured it was staff coming to make sure she was all set but it paid to be careful, what she wasn't expecting though was the man that turned out to be on the other side of the door, "I really do 'ave a party goin on don't I?" The question was more towards herself then the Winchester at her bathroom door, "What'cha doin' 'ere Dean?" The woman asked and leaned against the door casually, this had the potential to be a long night just from the pair of guys she found herself with. WORD COUNT: 504 MUSIC: Pussy Liquor - Rob Zombie WEARING: The Amherst usual WHERE:Colonial Inn - Concord Mass NOTES: got a party goin' on

[Ed Zeddmore]

[atrb=valign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, outline: 1px solid #B4B0A7; background: #070C0A url(http://i55.tinypic.com/2nktlrd.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; width: 500px, bTable][atrb=style, padding: 0px 20px 0px 20px; color: #B4B0A7;] He'd been trying to clean himself up, but when Ed heard voices continuing out in the room he came padding out of the bathroom. Standing there with blood spotting his shirt and a towel held to the side of his head already saying, "Spruce, I didn't mean it about the porn, I can't believe you--" and then he stopped short, shocked to blankness for the second time in less than ten minutes. Unfortunately, the sight of Dean Winchester standing there in a flannel shirt looking cranky was far, far less appealing than a view of Eve's bare breasts. "Winchester." The words my old nemesis hung in the air, unspoken but audible nonetheless. "What are you doing here? This is my--our--case." He gave Dean what he imagined was a steely look, though it was mostly just his normal face but with squinty eyes. "You feel free to just run along and play Junior Detective somewhere else, we've got this handled." Haha, burn! As long as he didn't get punched again.

[atrb=valign,center][atrb=style, height: 250px; padding: 10px 230px 75px 30px; font-variant: small-caps; color: #B4B0A7;] Location: Colonial Inn, Concord MA Music: 99 Words For... - The Morning Stuffy Notes: Yeah, he's gonna get hit again.

[Dean Winchester]

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Dean was surprised to find a woman that was in little clothes in the same room as one of the ghostfacers judging by the voice that he had heard from next door. Not that he minded but the fact that he was in the room with a hot woman suggested that either it wasn’t who he thought he was or he had actually gotten wise and got out of the business that was likely to kill him. He had met Eve a couple of years ago on a hunt and the fact that he had randomly just ran into her on the same case was pretty weird, not that he had a problem with that as she was a good hunter from what he could remember, now he was more concerned with the fact that they had hunters and the people who wanted to be hunters on the same case.

Looking at Ed, Dean just shook his head, he got the feeling that this guy was going to be someone that he would run into until he died, or until Dean killed him, Dean hoped for the former but he didn’t really want to be wanted in another state for murder and that would just probably get Cas pissed at him for doing something stupid, or Bobby he had always voiced loudly his annoyance when Dean had done something stupid, not that he had a problem with it. It just meant that he was going to have to put up with idiots like Ed for longer.

“I am here for the case, like any normal hunter wanting to help out.” He said to Eve before turning to Ed “your case? I am going to be polite because of the fact that I don’t want to give your censor extra work with the amount of swearing I could give you right now but compared to me as a hunter you are minor leagues, I have dealt with angels, demons and the freakin’ horsemen of the apocalypse I have been hunting for longer than you have known about the supernatural that is out there and you and the rest of your crackpot wannabe hunter team that you somehow manage to get to join you after what happened to the last group have caused me so many headaches with the two times we have met and I have had to save your ass I am just as likely to tie you up and let you get strangled than leave you anywhere in the vicinity of an actual hunt. I told you before this is not a joke and someone is likely to die so get you and the rest of your team out of here before someone gets killed and instead of the ghost killing you it might end up being me. I on the other hand am going to stop this thing before another innocent person gets hurt and so help me god if you get in my way for the sake of your crappy website or TV show or whatever crap your plugging now I will kill you.”

Other person talking
Thinking
”Speaking…”

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TIME :: Day
TAG :: Eve/Ed
WORDS :: 517
NOTES :: Winchester rage is ragey
STATUS :: Done
LYRICS :: Blaze of Glory by Bon Jovi
CREDIT :: NICHOLE!!

[Eve Amherst]

[atrb=valign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, outline: 3px double #2d2d2d; background: #ffffff url(http://i1095.photobucket.com/albums/i473/shahal_sparda/Rp/KATE.jpg) left bottom no-repeat; border: 0px; width: 500px, bTable][atrb=style, padding: 0px 20px 0px 20px; color: #000000;] The tension in the room was palpable, seriously someone could probably cut it with a knife if they wanted to. Eve raised a brow and looked between the two men, she didn't know what had gone on between them but it must have been something serious. Granted they both could have just been blowing everything out of proportion, men and their testosterone, always had to whip it out and see whose was bigger. She rolled her grey eyes at the thought, giving Ed a scowl when he started on about this being his case. He tried to fix it, but alas the man was still wrong, it wasn't 'theirs' either, just hers. And damn Dean must have had a serious stick lodged up that tight ass of his to let loose a tongue lashing like that. She hadn't crossed paths with the guy in a while but Eve was pretty sure that last time she had ended up on a hunt with Dean, he hadn't been quite so....pissy. Well one could only guess what the guy was dealing with these days, and what sort of trouble Ed's bumbling nerdy awkwardness had gotten the Winchester into. Either way, it all fell under the category of 'not her problem' but there was something that she needed them all to be clear on. "Look, I've got no clue what 'appened between de two of ya, and frankly it ain't none of my business," Eve stepped away from the door, walking back to Ed to start bandaging his head, "But I'm gonna make one thing clear to de both of ya," The woman gave them both a look, "Dis is my hunt, I paid three hundred dollars for dis room and I've got an agreement reached with de management of dis place. Now I'm not so territorial dat I'm gonna fight with you two over dis, in fact I don't really mind workin' with someone else every now and den but if you two dont wanna play nice, den both of ya can hit de road right now," Men, bunch of pains in the asses, all of them, "Ive got dis covered and there's definitely more places dat are haunted in this state" She gave them both a pointed glance, she was not into dealing with any arguments on the matter and she wanted them to be clear about it, Eve did not have a problem with hitting them both and kicking them out, "Oh and Ed, your takin de cameras down, this is my room after all and your never gonna catch me changing ever again," WORD COUNT: 459 MUSIC: Pussy Liquor - Rob Zombie WEARING: The Amherst usual WHERE:Colonial Inn - Concord Mass NOTES: play nice boys

[Ed Zeddmore]

[atrb=valign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, outline: 1px solid #B4B0A7; background: #070C0A url(http://i55.tinypic.com/2nktlrd.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; width: 500px, bTable][atrb=style, padding: 0px 20px 0px 20px; color: #B4B0A7;] Ed blinked several times, the blood-dotted hand towel still held to the side of his head, listening to Dean Winchester go on a rant that basically boiled down to 'I am awesome and you smell like poop.' It was almost...disappointing. His nemesis should be more eloquent than this, or at least have a man-of-action pithiness to his words. This rambling diatribe was a major letdown, and Ed found himself already mentally cutting everything before 'I have dealt with angels' and after 'out there'. It didn't leave Dean much of a speech in the final cut, but at least it was to to the frackin' point. He couldn't have his nemesis babbling on like a pro wrestler with early-stage Alzheimers, nobody would take him seriously. The Ghostfacers would be a laughing stock! However, since he was still hoping not to get punched again today, Ed didn't hold up his hand and mimic a duck's bill opening and closing while making 'mwak, mwak, mwak' noises. Instead he turned his attention to Eve, giving her what he fondly imagined to be a winning smile. "The Ghostfacers would be happy to enter into a partnership with you for this hunt. You take the lead, we'll document your progress and assist in the hunt." But his face fell when she said they had to take the cameras down. "Eve! The film is important. It's how we can track the ghost's patterns, we can document small changes to the environment that the naked eye will miss. I swear to you, we will be very tasteful in the editing. After all, we are professionals."

[atrb=valign,center][atrb=style, height: 250px; padding: 10px 230px 75px 30px; font-variant: small-caps; color: #B4B0A7;] Location: Colonial Inn, Concord MA Music: Caught - Automatic Hotel Notes: Mwak, mwak, mwak

[Dean Winchester]

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Dean had to admit he got where Eve was coming from but he didn’t like it, after all from what he had seen the ghostfacers where as much help as a hole in the head and the only good thing that they could be used for would be as a cannon fodder for the ghost if it had wanted to throw something around whilst Dean or Eve had looked to exorcise it after all Eve had been hunting for a long time like Dean had, they had been appropriately trained they hadn’t just made a site and grabbed a video camera, they had been far more experienced than that, to be honest the only thing the ghost facers had done had made Dean consider actually allowing the innocent people to be killed by the supernatural being that they had pissed off. After all it had been their stupidity with the tulpa that had gotten people killed in the first place, sure when Sam and Dean had fed them the false information they had tried to put it on their site their server had died but it was something that Dean still saw as their fault.

So it was because of that reason that Dean would rather throw the ghostfacers under a bus rather than hunt with them. They where no help and more trouble than they were worth yet it had appeared that he hadn’t been made to suffer enough over the last couple of years and he would have to deal with them again. However Dean did know that if he told them what would actually help them and told them that they could actually trust him then it would en well however that didn’t mean he couldn’t prank the hell out of them before then did it?

“I don’t want to be rude Eve but I think the fact that you have talked to the hotel staff is a good thing but it could be the least affected part of the case as I doubt the body was buried there.” He said evenly “but I am fine sharing a case, I have done it a lot before now and I work fine with a partner.” Then the turned to Ed “but I swear to god you put a camera in my face when I am doing something that my boot will be so far up that person’s ass they will taste the leather of my boot.

Other person talking
Thinking
”Speaking…”

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TIME :: night
TAG :: Ed/Eve
WORDS :: 406
NOTES :: he doesn’t play well with others
STATUS :: Done LYRICS :: Blaze of Glory by Bon Jovi
CREDIT :: NICHOLE!!

[Eve Amherst]

[atrb=valign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, outline: 3px double #2d2d2d; background: #ffffff url(http://i1095.photobucket.com/albums/i473/shahal_sparda/Rp/KATE.jpg) left bottom no-repeat; border: 0px; width: 500px, bTable][atrb=style, padding: 0px 20px 0px 20px; color: #000000;] Eve had an especially dry look on her face as she regarded the Ghostfacer, did he really think she was going to budge on this for the sake of some footage? No, honestly it wasn't like he would make it out of town with that anyway, but still. There were just some personal boundaries here that she wasn't about to let cross, no matter how much he decided to whine t her about it. This was her room and she wanted to relax, not have to spend every few minutes wondering if she was going to give them another nip slip. Once was more then enough as far as she was concerned. "Ed, sweets, ain't gonna 'appen," She narrowed her grey eyes on him, "As much as I don' wanna tell ya dis since it aint your business, I sleep nude and cause of dat I aint gonna put up with de cameras," The look she was giving him now was one that dared him to argue back, he really didn't look like he wanted to get hit again today. The woman felt bad about making him bleed and all but the guilt was manageable enough that she definitely would do it again if he pressed the situation any farther. Now to deal with Dean and his big head, the man was luckily he was such a hottie or she would have kicked him out after that speech. Hand on her hips as she regarded him, she raised a brow slightly, what did he think she was an amateur or something? She stepped up to him, shoulder back and head held high, ran a finger along his jaw and stopped under his chin, lifting it up a little to get his attention away from Ed and on her instead, "Now Dean, ya outta know dat I know what I'm doin, sure de body ain't buried here, but seenin' as how dis place has had at least one original family member runnin' it since it open, dey were able to give me an old accounted list of de dead soldiers, and point me in de direction of de graveyard," She smirked, "Effectively cuttin' my research time in half," Damn she was good. WORD COUNT: 377 MUSIC: Pussy Liquor - Rob Zombie WEARING: The Amherst usual WHERE:Colonial Inn - Concord Mass NOTES: She's got this

[Ed Zeddmore]

[atrb=valign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, outline: 1px solid #B4B0A7; background: #070C0A url(http://i55.tinypic.com/2nktlrd.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; width: 500px, bTable][atrb=style, padding: 0px 20px 0px 20px; color: #B4B0A7;] Suddenly Ed's mouth felt very dry and he heard the Enterprise-D doorbell sound go off on his phone, meaning that he'd just gotten a text. Ed wasn't stupid, whatever Douchey Winchester thought, and he knew good and well that was the sound of Harry texting to inform him that Spruce had just threatened to quit if they didn't get at least a minute or two of footage of Eve Amherst sleeping naked. Trying to think past the way his stomach had knotted up at the whole idea and the nerves about getting hit again (he might not want to admit it, but being threatened by Dean made him nervous, more nervous than Eve. Despite earlier, Ed felt that Eve would only hit him if he actually did something wrong. Dean was likely to hit him just because he was standing there when the hunter got annoyed. Ed knew enough about guys like Dean Winchester to know that, they'd lash out at people they thought of as 'weak' just because they could), Ed didn't try to argue again that they would make sure that the editing was discreet. Instead he proposed, "Let me leave them up while we all go check out the graveyard, in case there's any activity while we're gone, and then I'll take them down when we get back? My team can monitor the situation here while we're looking for graves." That was reasonable, right? Logical? He thought so.

[atrb=valign,center][atrb=style, height: 250px; padding: 10px 230px 75px 30px; font-variant: small-caps; color: #B4B0A7;] Location: Colonial Inn, Concord MA Music: Caught - Automatic Hotel Notes: Dean totally reminds him of high school bullies.

[Dean Winchester]

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Dean knew that he might have sounded like he had been rude to Eve but he didn’t know how much experience she had with spirits, they tended to have hunted things like demons when they had hunted together so the fact that they were on a hunt with a spirit was a new thing to him and he had to admit that the fact that he was on a hunt with her again was quite amusing but at the same time he knew that he could trust her and that was a big thing. When she mentioned sleeping nude Dean couldn’t help a cheeky grin that spread across his face he remembered the nights of a hunt that he and Eve had spent having sex, the first time had came from her sleeping nude from what he remembered and he walked out of the shower before she was in bed.

When she had touched his jaw he had to make sure that he wasn’t thinking about her, he knew that it was going to be something that was just a touch to Ed who didn’t know much about him and Eve together but the fact that it was something that was a big thing but to Dean it was a big thing because of the fact that he and Eve had kind of hooked up when they had been around each other but they hadn’t been around each other much recently. “Well done then Eve, your learning” he said pulling his head away from her reach and putting his hands on her hips. “that doesn’t mean you don’t need me as I have been doing this longer than you still.” Turning to Ed Dean spoke again. “Your friends can take the cameras down and you can come with us, the more I deal with of your group the more I am likely to want to punch one of you in the mouth so I am only dealing with you if they have a question they write it down and give it to you to ask.”

Other person talking
Thinking
”Speaking…”

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TIME :: night
TAG :: Eve/Ed
WORDS :: 345
NOTES ::
STATUS :: Done
LYRICS :: Blaze of Glory by Bon Jovi
CREDIT :: NICHOLE!!

[Eve Amherst]

[atrb=valign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, outline: 3px double #2d2d2d; background: #ffffff url(http://i1095.photobucket.com/albums/i473/shahal_sparda/Rp/KATE.jpg) left bottom no-repeat; border: 0px; width: 500px, bTable][atrb=style, padding: 0px 20px 0px 20px; color: #000000;] Eve turned a little, giving Ed a side long smile that was probably more deviously teasing then anything else as she thought about the agreement, "Fine, I can work with dat," She stopped for a moment, as if thinking about something, "But as soon as I say get dem out, I want no argument on de matter, understood?" She was not into repeating this argument again just because they wanted to renege on the agreement so they could catch another flash of nipple or a bit of thigh for a cheap thrill. Damn nerds and their ridiculous attempts to get any sort of action possible. That and she was sure that nothing would actually happen unless someone was in the room, all reports had been while someone had been trying to sleep. Now just because she had slept with him before, didn't mean that Eve wouldn't knock him on his ass. Giving him a glare that said she really wasn't his biggest fan now Eve smoothly stepped out of his rather familiar grasp, "Actually, dat's exactly what it means Winchester," Second notice that he was on thin ice at the moment, she was using last names, "De only reason you can say you've been doin' dis longer is cause you're an old fart compared to me sweets," Eve had literally been born into the hunting life after all, so she didn't feel like playing this game with him right now. "Don't worry your pretty little 'ead over de Ghostfacers, I'll be dealin' with dem," She shook her head, brushing her hair back and squaring her shoulders at the taller man, "You can go ahead and parade your tight ass around de hotel like you own de place, but like I said dis is my room, so don't forget dat," Eve sighed, looking the two men over in turn, "If we're done arguing now, I say we get a move on, de faster we get dis done, de better," Dean didn't seem to know the meaning of 'play nice' when it came to Ed and Eve was never good with temptation, and Dean was temptation in a leather jacket. Damn that man, he ha d a way of being a pain in the ass. WORD COUNT: 385 MUSIC: Pussy Liquor - Rob Zombie WEARING: The Amherst usual WHERE:Colonial Inn - Concord Mass NOTES: Drivin' her nuts

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